This was not the most salubrious establishment in town. The note on the window told you it’s owners were shadowy characters, not open to complaints.
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They wanted me to go in, but I couldn’t. I tried, I really did, but as soon as I reached the stone steps leading up
The ground beneath our feet, soaked in all manner of volatile flammable liquids, began to burn. The bright searchlight mapped out the area we needed
God looked down on the world he’d created. It had been a painstaking and extremely intricate task that had taken a full six days to
She remembered the beginning. He’d tried so hard to straighten her out, to drag her screaming from the abyss. That’s love for you. But it